Scream for your countrymen, their eyes alive to understand. Can they escape the fire which cleanses them to dust? Machines will twist and turn to grind them all alive. No sense to fight against a soul that never dies.
Terror breaking this seal of waking. Serpents whisper the earth will crumble. This call of making pulls us under.
Pull forth the bloody blade. This troubled past is yours to save. These thrones are man's alone, their greatest fear inside. Try now to heal the land. Feel the strength within your hand. Hear now, the dragon speaks! The sun is black tonight.